Fascinating

I find it fascinating
That we are all
Temporary
This little life trip seems unnecessary
But its needed
To test your soul
To see if you’ll drink from the toilet bowl
Of this existence that we create
How do you want history to read your fate?
Were you worth something to rate?
Or a result of daddy’s need to masturbate?
He should have launched you in a tissue
You’re really nothing more than an issue
To be ignored
Though I know your bored
You may beg to the Lord
Or fall upon your own sword
That you sharpen
With drug and drink
Quizzical little choice
Don’t yah think?
Too many questions
And few answers to be found
It’s the reality
Of idiocy’s sound
Pass me the chemicals
And pour another round
I need to be numb to put on my shield
It’s the fog of blankness
That I wield
As I wait in the concrete field
And look to the sky
Questioning who, what and why
Waiting to die
To find out if it was all a lie
It is with these thoughts
I breathe a heavy sigh
And pray I receive my wings
As I’m ready to fly

Eric (and sometimes not)